Thank You, Gob
Anyway, the big news: I fell asleep last night!!!! Ta-Da!!! (I wouldn't be here this morning without the help of Advil PM, so this award's for you!) I was so proud of myself this morning, I felt like one of those toddlers who finally goes poopy on the potty and just announces it in public to any random passers-by. Look at me! I slept all night like a big girl!! I'm still so exhausted I can feel it in my bones (sleep deprivation is cumulative, it would seem, and I've run up quite the "sleep debt.") but oh my gob, I'd forgotten what it was like to fall asleep before 3:00 a.m. and stay asleep for more than an hour and a half at a time.
In other news, I finally met our friend Hap in class on Monday night. He never responded to my long, groveling e-mail, apologizing (as I was instructed) because he couldn't find the classroom, offering my time to help him get caught up and including a syllabus in the e-mail. Because students seem not to notice attachments, I also wrote: "Attached you will find a copy of our syllabus." I don't know why I'm the least bit surprised, but he never e-mailed me back. Sometimes our university e-mail system can be a bit sketchy, so I gave him the benefit of the doubt. Monday evening, he didn't approach me before class or during either of our two short breaks. Before I let them go (45 minutes early), I thought to myself, "I don't know what the hell this kid looks like, and I better be prepared for the wrath of Gob tomorrow if he's not here," so I said, "Hap Happerton, I need to speak with you briefly before you go." He approached me. I was surprised - he wasn't the spawn of Satan as I had anticipated (at least, he didn't have horns or a tail that I could see). He seemed like a basic, decent, polite 19-year-old kid. "Did you get my e-mail?" I asked after introducing myself and gushing about how glad I was he was finally able to join us. "Uh, yeah, I did. Uh, thanks." I was happy. Then he said, "Hey, uh, could I get a copy of the syllabus?" Aside: I don't know why it irritates the crap out of me when students ask me this, but it does. It's usually the fourth or tenth week of class and they almost hold out their grubby little mitts and I just want to say in my snarkiest voice, "I don't carry them around with me everywhere I go." But I digress. I told him it was attached to the e-mail. He was surprised. It was? He didn't see it. Now I was alarmed because of the "attached you will find . . ." sentence. I was so sleep deprived and so shaken by the worst class ever taught that I thought maybe I didn't send it to him. "Okay," I said, "please go back and check the e-mail and if I didn't include a syllabus, let me know." He agreed. I raced back to our new place (in the pouring rain at 10:00 p.m. and I can now confess with true shame that I should NOT have been driving because I was that tired and kept drifting on to the shoulder of the freeway) and I headed straight for the computer and my "sent" folder. And sure enough, there was a syllabus attached.
Gob help me this semester. I think I'm in for one hell of a ride.